Leaving Dezi at the window, Rox slowly opened the door. “Can I help you?” he called out while stepping down the two steps to get to the ground.
“Is this your trailer?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
“What are you doing on this property?”
“Well, I just bought the trailer from a friend of mine. He’d been living here for about three years. I can show you the receipt if there’s any doubt.” Rox saw the man’s gaze begin to move all over him, and he knew what he was thinking. Trailer trash. He suddenly wished his boots weren’t quite so scuffed, or his clothes not quite so ragged, but he was what he was and couldn’t do anything about it now.
“No, that’s not necessary. But I have to warn you, this property is privately owned, so I’m afraid you’ll have to get off of it.” He lifted his hand and pointed to a
